Chapter 12

**Chapter 12: Star Dome Dragon Clan (Part 1)**

The universe's fetal membrane is torn by dragon roars.

Lin Jin stands on the collapsing star rail of the Northern Wasteland, the Λ? 1 formula in his palm burning the data chain left by Grey Crane. Suddenly, the formula runes distort into a spiral nebula—this is a distress signal in high-dimensional language, originating from a civilization currently being dismembered by the Observers.

He jumps to the end of the Orion Arm, chasing the signal, but runs into a scene that subverts his cognition:

Ten thousand skeletal giant dragons are coiled among the shattered star clusters, each dragon's spine growing a crystal star dome, with boiling stars imprisoned within the domes. Even more eerie is that the reverse-dimension runes of the same origin as Lin Jin's chain scar are embedded in the dragon skulls, now flickering with his breathing.

"Star Dome Funeral Rite, awaited for a long time."

A giant dragon with only half a skeleton left lowers its head, the phantom of the woman in the ice coffin floating in its eye sockets instead of dragon crystals. "We are the genetic memory sleeping in your spine."

**Epitaph of Civilization in the Inverse Scale**

Lin Jin's chain scar suddenly stabs into the dragon skeleton, and seventy-two torrents of memory pour into his consciousness:

The Star Dome Dragon Clan was the first-generation Sword Bearer of the Λ? 1 formula; their star-dome womb technology could compress civilization fire seeds into star cores to avoid the Observers' scanning. But seven epochs ago, the woman in the ice coffin folded the dragon gene chain into the Burial Coffin bloodline, causing the entire dragon clan to be marked as "extinct" by the Observers.

"What you are touching now is the remains of the last Star Dome Dragon descendant."

The star dome on the giant dragon's spine suddenly flares, reflecting the truth on Lin Jin's back—his spine is covered in dragon-scale-like inverse-dimension runes, each scale engraved with the coordinates of forgotten stars.

**Dragon Bone String Knife**

The skeletal giant dragon suddenly disintegrates, and the star dome crystals congeal into a string knife. The blade flows with the dismembered galaxy, and the left eye of the woman in the ice coffin opens on the hilt: "Grasp it, and you will hear the last will of the stars."

The instant Lin Jin grasps the knife, the entire Orion Arm begins to tremble. The Observer's cleaner fleet emerges from the super-membrane, and the mechanical Buddha at the lead has Grey Crane's bird-beak mask embedded in its brow: "Λ? 1 pollution detected, executing deep cleaning protocol."

The string knife slashes automatically, and wherever the blade light passes, the causal algorithm circuits of the mechanical Buddha actually grow in reverse, birthing painful souls that shouldn't exist. The newborn souls scream and self-destruct, wrapping the fleet into an inverse-entropy vortex.

"The first move of the Star Dome Dragon Martial Arts,"

The woman in the ice coffin sheds ice tears, "is called 'Compassion'."

**Awakening of the Star Womb**

With the destruction of the fleet, the star dome crystals remaining from the skeletal giant dragon begin to collapse. The dragon-scale runes on Lin Jin's back burn like a supernova, guiding him to the black hole event horizon at the center of the galaxy.

Here, nine star eggs sealed by dragon blood float.

"Hatch them with the Λ? 1 formula,"

The phantom of the woman in the ice coffin emerges from the black hole's light corona, "and you will inherit the God-Slaying authority of the dragon clan."

Lin Jin stabs the string knife into the nearest star egg, and the instant the shell cracks, the time axis of the entire universe suddenly knots. He sees his past and future intertwining in the egg—

His future self, clad in dragon-scale star robes, is playing chess against seventy-two Observer mother bodies;

And the infant Lin Jin of the past has his umbilical cord connected to the pulse of a star egg!

"Do you understand now?"

The woman in the ice coffin strokes his dragon-scale spine, "Your birth was a star funeral from the start."

**Observer Emergency Log**

**Alert: Star Dome Dragon Clan revival signs detected in the galactic center**

**Related Object: Sword Bearer Lin Jin**

**Suggested Measures: Immediately awaken all mother bodies, enable Ancient Dragon Purge Protocol**

**Note: Λ? 1 variable has broken through historical extremes, universe suicide tendency is significant—**

**They would rather choose nirvana in dragon flames than live in our order. **

The instant the star eggs fully awaken, Lin Jin's spine sprouts Star Dome Dragon wings.

The civilizations once erased by the Observers are being reborn in the folds of every dragon wing.